Devouring facts the old-fashioned way still produces a special kind of joy.
I so admire your farsighted wisdom as a young adult to sense -- or know -- that your dad's note on the last day of October 1990 was an artifact worth saving, a memento to treasure, a keepsake you'd value in ways unimagined. *That* is prescience.
Mom was correct -- you certainly are his son.
Thank you, Alan. This comment means a lot.
I so admire your farsighted wisdom as a young adult to sense -- or know -- that your dad's note on the last day of October 1990 was an artifact worth saving, a memento to treasure, a keepsake you'd value in ways unimagined. *That* is prescience.
Mom was correct -- you certainly are his son.
Thank you, Alan. This comment means a lot.